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@gviirus
hello, my name is oreo! 27, she/her & they/them pronouns! and welcome to my little horror multi, featuring muses from resident evil, silent hill, dead by daylight, and more!
carrd. | promo. | memes. | muse tags. | interest checker.
sighs the silent hill hyperfixation is returning chat
my bbys 🥺🥺🥺
pensive emoji my issue isnt writing its STARTING writing agh i wanna write so bad.
[txt: 🎸🟢] UR NOT MY DAD!!!!!!!!
[txt: 🎸🟢] Aint got work tomorrow im fiiiiine im fine
[txt: 🎸🟢] I dont wanna sleep anyway the fuckin’ ghosts come out whn I do :(
[ txt. harper ] sure, you've not got work tomorrow but you'll have the hangover 🤨
[ txt. harper ] i'll punch the ghosts. how much did you drink?
[txt: 🎸🟢] Better passed out all day anyway
[txt: 🎸🟢] good cuz I cant elsenidhave knocked his teeth out by now he keepstalking
[txt: 🎸🟢] i forgot…. bottles empty
[ txt. harper ]: what's he talking about?
[ txt. harper ]: where are you right now, anyway?
I made a meme for Chris gvdjkfgndfg go ham
it's depressing but i don't think chris will ever retire; he'll never feel like he can or as though he's able to because there's still people out there that need his help. bioterrorism is like a weed, they uproot one conspiracy and another one grows. as long as it exists, chris will be there to stop it. and more than likely he'll die in the field.
on another note. what's more fucked, slowly remembering all the people you've lost or just remembering them all at once? yes
chris doesn't touch that much alcohol after the events of re6. he views that part of his life with a very negative lens -- when he was disorientated, confused and angry. drowning his sorrows and his myriad of memories because he'd no idea where to put them, and it was piers who snapped him out of that. after piers died, he'd vowed to never let himself get like that again, so it's very rare he drinks, if at all. it's usually reserved for celebrations and only in company of those he trusts.
. ݁⋆⁺₊✧ 🔪ཀཀ : BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ... roleplay crime sentence starters, based on CRIME FILMS. genre: mystery, thriller, crime, organized crimes. trigger warning: blood, murder.
Thought you finished this job.
Guilty as charged.
What makes you say that?
Why do you curse so much?
Don't do that right now. Don't do that.
What a fucking night. It's tough out there.
That's just kind of a waste, isn't it?
Can't you get someone else?
Hey, How you doing? You ready to have a good time?
You gonna leave me to die of smoke inhalation?
I'm not strong enough.
I'm sorry. I'm breaking protocol, right?
Listen, hey, come on, sit down.
Are you sure I'm not interrupting anything?
I just kind of feel I like the quiet. Before it all goes crazy.
What happened to your face?
You and I know what I really am.
I think you can be anything you wanna be.
Did you break [his/her/their] heart?
Something in your eyes. You know, it's not sad.
What are you gonna do after that?
I love being up at this hour. You know, everything's so dark.
Catch you around, all right?
What did you do, huh? What did you do to that person?
Who the fuck you think you are?
Call this number. Don't be shy… Make the call.
You'll be okay, [name]. You'll be okay.
Change your world. Anything you wanna be.
Why is that piece of shit in my parking space?
[He/she/they] asked for forgiveness.
What am I, Jesus Christ?
How the fuck did [he/she/they] get up here?
You gave me that a couple of nights ago.
I'm here about a certain girl. She got beat up pretty bad.
Can you believe this guy?
You fucking Americans think you can come into my place and buy whatever you want.
You fucking insult me.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
You got very big balls coming in here. I like that.
You think this is one-time payment?
Your heart's beating three times the normal rate because you're losing so much blood.
About 30 seconds, your body's gonna shut down and you're gonna suffocate.
You should have taken the money.
Who the fuck are you?
What happened to your face?
I know who you are. Get in the car.
If it was a power play, no one saw it coming.
Security system's drive was taken so we're blind in here.
If you have any trouble, call that number and it will be taken care of.
What do I look like to you? A chauffeur?
This is my town. You're a fucking guest.
I'm the one gets calls in when people like you fuck up.
Problem you're having with me is you think you matter. You don't.
I'm not here to say "please." I'm here to tell you what to do.
Heard you quit today. I got worried.
You gonna sit down with all these guys?
Listen, huh? Do me a favor, all right?
You understand why I'm compelled to make this visit.
I don't know shit about what went down or who you should be out looking for.
If I wanna take over anything, I'd fucking do it.
Maybe you just don't understand who the fuck I am.
You're all crazy and you're arrogant.
It's refreshing, and tells me that you're not smart enough to have done this.
Who I am is complicated. What I am is easier. I'm a threat.
This is my town. Do you understand me? This is my home.
You cannot run around like a wild animal.
What the fuck was that?
What really happened in there, [name]?
I'm sorry I wasted your time.
Did [he/she/they] mention a name perhaps? Agitated about something?
All of our associates, they are all denying any knowledge or involvement.
We cannot show weakness. I need this wrapped up quickly.
I'm still sitting through things, but the killings were spontaneous.
I've rarely seen skills like this. I don't think it's someone we've encountered before.
I don't want this happening again.
See? You pay on time, no more problems.
I should have shot that motherfucker.
How'd you get that fucking number?
You must have a death wish...
What the fuck do you want, huh?
You're supposed to stand for something.
I'm offering you a chance to do the right thing. Take it.
Are you done standing around or what?
You lied to me about that.
Look at me. Are you telling me the truth?
You're-- You're hurting me!
Hey, did they give you a gun?
Well, if you need anything, let me know.
I heard about it on TV. I happened to be there that night.
I don't remember where is it from. What happened?
A person with such skills, I want to know who [he/she/they] really is.
Is it just you? Or are we waiting for someone else?
Listen these instructions or I'll kill you, understand?
What the fuck is this? What's going on out there?
This place is way too clean, something doesn't feel right.
Wait, what are you talking about?
If you've come for help, I can't give you any.
That's why I'm here, trying to find out about this person.
Tell me what's going on. Please?
You're alive... It's such a big relief.
We used to talk about you over the years, and [he/she/they]said if anyone could have figured a way out.. I should come to you.
Basically, a sociopath with a business card.
[Name], I don't have to tell you what happens next.
Didn't sleep a wink, did you?
I couldn't tell you why it mattered.
One day somebody does something unspeakable to someone else to someone you hardly knew, and you do something about it because you can.
Sometimes we make the wrong choices to get to the right place.
I know a part of you died when [name] did.
Fuck. What the fuck?
I need to know everything: who, what, when, where, why.
You can go fuck yourself, you know that?
Why don't you get out of here and go fuck yourself, you motherfucker?
Do you know who you're dealing with, huh?
Look, you are in a lot of trouble. I'm gonna let you go.
Listen, this location's been compromised.
The fuck I'm going to do that! And who's this fucking piece of shit?
You're so fucking nuts! Fuck!
If you tell them to put their guns down, lay down on the floor, they'll do that, won't they?
We're going out of business. Closing down shop.
I know you got an escape plan.Where do you keep it?
Fuck you, you motherfucker. You have fucked me so fucking bad!
I got nothing, all right? You hear me? I got nothing because of you!
You don't know who these people are!
I'm a fucking dead man. I won't last a fucking week.
When you pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too.
When you look at me, what do you see?
You're like a lint or a bottle cap, you're just a thing to remove.
Sometimes the answer's in front of you.
I never could understand what comes from feeling that way except weakness.
The people I killed, I gave them a chance. I'm giving you the opportunity to make yours.
I've done some bad things in my life, [name]. Things I'm not proud of.
I promised someone that I love very much that I would never go back to being that person anymore.
You asked me what I saw when I looked at you. What do you see when you look at me?
It's simply a matter of time.
Stop the bleeding, or don't come back.
Go fuck yourself.
What's going on? Wait-- Oh my god.
You can still smell the burning gasoline.
You are willing to die for your friends?
Get everybody out of here. Don't leave anybody behind.
I've decided to come and see you.
I've been shot! I've been shot!
I want the head of the snake.
Tell me, what do you gain from my death?
What is your price?
Probably hush money, right?
Someone once told me I could be whoever I wanted to be.
Thank you. For everything.
SLOW–BURN SPARKS & QUIET HEARTFIRE
roleplay starters inspired by slow burn love — lingering glances, almost-touches, and feelings that simmer for months before finally spilling over
LONGING IN THE LITTLE MOMENTS
soft looks, subtle shifts, that ache of wanting more but not daring to reach
“Why do you always look away right when I catch your eyes?”
“You keep brushing my hand. Accidentally… right?”
“You don’t have to leave yet. Stay—just a few more minutes.”
“Why does being around you feel… different?”
“I notice the way you soften around me. Even when you try not to.”
ACCIDENTAL INTIMACY
hands brushing, falling asleep near each other, warmth passed back and forth
“You’re freezing—come here. It’s just body heat… nothing else.”
“You can lean on me if you’re tired. I wouldn't mind.”
“Hold still, you’ve got something in your hair—just let me…”
“Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, but… I didn’t want to move.”
“I like it when you stand close. Even if you pretend you don’t notice.”
DENIAL THAT’S OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE ELSE
everyone sees it except the two falling in love
“Why does everyone keep asking if we’re together? We’re not… right?”
“No, I wasn’t staring. I was… observing. For reasons.”
“We’re just friends. Totally normal friends who… talk every night?”
“Why does it bother you when I flirt with other people?”
“We’re close. But not that close. Unless… you want to be?”
RISING TENSION, UNKEPT DISTANCE
the space between you shrinking, breath catching, lips almost touching
“You keep stepping closer. Are you doing that on purpose?”
“Tell me to back up. If you don’t, I won’t.”
“You can’t look at me like that and expect me to think straight.”
“If you touch me again, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.”
“We’re either about to kiss or make the world’s worst decision.”
LATE NIGHTS THAT LEAD TO CONFESSIONS
quiet rooms, tired voices, guards slipping
“I shouldn’t say this, but… I feel safer with you than anyone else.”
“You’re the first person I think about in the morning. And the last at night.”
“I don’t know when it happened, but you’ve become… important.”
“Why do I only tell you the things I’m scared to say out loud?”
“Stay up with me. I don’t want this feeling to fade yet.”
FEAR OF RUINING EVERYTHING
the hesitation, the trembling, the hope
“If I told you the truth… would it ruin us?”
“I’m scared of losing what we already have.”
“I care about you too much to risk it unless you feel the same.”
“Don’t lie—there’s something between us. You feel it too.”
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.”
FINALLY CROSSING THE LINE
the moment where holding back isn’t possible anymore
“Come here. I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move.”
“If we’re doing this… don’t pull away.”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months.”
“Tell me this isn’t just one moment. Tell me we’re choosing each other.”
[txt: 🎸🟢] UR NOT MY DAD!!!!!!!!
[txt: 🎸🟢] Aint got work tomorrow im fiiiiine im fine
[txt: 🎸🟢] I dont wanna sleep anyway the fuckin’ ghosts come out whn I do :(
[ txt. harper ] sure, you've not got work tomorrow but you'll have the hangover 🤨
[ txt. harper ] i'll punch the ghosts. how much did you drink?
@harperhydra / cont!
[ txt. harper ] ........stars chris??
[ txt. harper ] but i. nevermind
[ txt. harper ] you're not guilting me into getting you tacos. you're getting a glass of water and you're calling it a day
@aviiatrix / cont!
He’s heard of stupider ideas. He’s… usually the stupider ideas, the one who bolts into danger without a thought if it means looking out for people. Jill and Wesker had always been good for grounding that – you can help in other ways! Even though Chris would take it as it comes. As long as they get results, he’d do what he needed to do. But he needed to be the better influence here—a joke in passing from Barry but it still plagues the back of his mind. He didn’t want her to get hurt because of his showboating. Honestly, he’s starting to wonder if this buddy-up had been some sort of test.
The pointman folds his arms, almost contemplative at her promise. Almost doubtful, in a way, but the long silence is for comedic effect at this point.
“ We need you back in one piece, and alive, River, “ he replies, arms falling by his sides. “ Besides, Rebecca would grill me if you didn’t turn back up to work. So let’s avoid that, huh? We can think of something else. “
it was disconcerting, to say the least, being back here. even now, decades after the destruction she'd witnessed, she still remembers the streets and turns as if it were yesterday. the alley to the left would lead to a network of side streets that would take you to the bar, the one to the right could direct you towards the signature restaurant that had so aptly named itself such. in any other circumstance, it might've been some sense of closure to the place she'd been in for so long, but their job wasn't to go sightseeing. at least, not for the time being.
“ that's because we won't. ” the exhale comes tinged with exhaustion, eyes scanning the streets on high alert. the entire place was free of biological activity, or so had been assumed — however belief didn't make or break anything. there was no telling what could be waiting for them in the ruins, especially with this newer set of isolated outbreaks. they were here for information, and on a timer. “ let's just hope we're lucky enough to find something out here. ”
There’s a pause at her response, a grim confirmation to the dulled thought in the back of his mind. Maybe it’s wishful thinking to have this nightmare over and done with, once and for all, but perhaps he’s too optimistic for that of his family. But it’s bigger than them, than him, and he’s sure the rest of the team would want to think the same way, but not in these circumstances. They haven’t room for anything but the cold hard fact that Raccoon City will haunt them for the rest of their lives. And so Barry doesn’t respond; he thinks his silence says enough.
He paces out into the road; these streets are the embodiment of a ghost town. You have the random myriad of cars strewn about, presumably belonging to people who hadn’t any idea a timebomb was lying beneath their feet. He’s thankful he relocated his family to Canada when he did, but there’s a pit in his stomach that tells him some people weren’t so lucky. Their own Kathys, Moiras, and Pollys. He glances back to Jill. “ All paper trials lead back to Umbrella. Around RPD, right? Probably worth paying a visit to the old girl if we don’t find anything here. “
He didn’t say it as though he looked forward to it. He remembers the chaos, the desperate cries and screams, the military blockades. Barry couldn’t have fathomed what could have happened on the other side of those walls, but he knew it was the living metaphor for Hell.
" Gaslighting? That's not a real thing. Did your friends tell you about that? Did your friends tell you about gaslighting? It's all a fabrication. "
There are tears in her eyes, threatening to obscure her vision as she looks her captain in the eye. Despite the way her frame shakes, the way her composure threatens to fall apart altogether, she doesn't waver at the gun pointed at her chest.
His movements force her back into the medical bay, where Richard lay dying despite her efforts to keep him alive. As far as she knows, the two of them are the only ones of Bravo left alive.
But Chris, Jill, and Barry are out there in this hellscape of a mansion, somewhere. She has to stay tough, has to keep going.
What choice does she have?
"You're going to kill me no matter what. You're why they are dead, why Richard is dying." She can't save the man who had been designated as her partner, she knows it in her gut, and a part of her screams that there's no saving herself either. "Chris and Jill are out there, they'll figure out what you've done."
The captain watches her every movement; the way she doesn’t even tremble at such things, he’s almost proud. This pride, however, will not save what is left of his beloved STARS members. To think he remembers their beginning, and now he’s here for their end. They had to say goodbye, eventually. Military data won’t gather itself, nor will his staff go out in a blaze of resilient glory. He’d be disappointed, otherwise.
“ Hm, “ he falters slightly, a firm line on his lips as gives it a momentary consideration. She did have a point. “ I’m sure they will. “
The way he says it with such bold nonchalance gives the air he couldn’t care less if they knew or not. Besides, it’s not like it hadn’t been in his predictions. To their credit, Chris and Jill were just as vigilant. His thoughts wander to the silly puzzle games Burton used to curate to their entertainment, or chagrin. Oh, how things have changed now, at his beck and call like the foolish man he is.
“ In all honesty, dear, soon it won’t quite matter, “ he clarifies with a shrug, watching her reactions carefully. Yes, he could kill Rebecca. That is certainly on his agenda eventually, but while it could be a hindrance for her to be alive, it could just as well serve as an advantage. Surely no one would want to see harm come to her, after all. Wesker steps forward and cocks the gun slightly, tilting his head. “ But don’t get things mixed up. It’s not like I wanted them to die that way. I’m just as torn up about it as you. “
